The eerie, terrifying cold Yin mist had already been seared deeply into the hearts of the Youfu Palace cultivators present. In everyone's eyes, that Yin mist should not have been something a peak Profound Tier cultivator could unleash and control.
Dozens of magic treasures belonging to Profound Tier cultivators had self-detonated and bombarded it, yet they still could not disperse the Yin mist.
The mighty figures of Youfu Palace found the situation impossible to imagine. Although no one voiced it, everyone had the same uncertain thought: could that Yin mist have been unleashed by a Mahayana cultivator?
Yet no one could sense even the slightest trace of Mahayana aura from the mist.
Yin mist that contained no Mahayana aura, yet possessed power comparable to mist unleashed by a Mahayana cultivator—this truly left everyone baffled, while their dread of the Yin mist grew even stronger.
Now, when they suddenly saw themselves surrounded from afar by the dense Yin mist, thunder seemed to explode in everyone's minds.
The Youfu Palace cultivators present could be said to have experienced countless battles. Even when facing danger, they had never been particularly fearful.
That was because they all understood that showing fear before danger would bring them no benefit whatsoever.
Only by holding firm to their convictions and struggling with all their might to resolve the danger could they choose the correct path to survival.
Even when they had suddenly seen several fellow cultivators fall moments ago, although fear had risen in their hearts, what surged most strongly was still their blazing will to fight.
But now, when they saw themselves surrounded by Yin mist, even Wanyuan suddenly felt a bad premonition rise in his heart.
"Although this mist has formed a surrounding encirclement, it covers too vast an area. It's impossible for it to